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I smiled sadly. "...us." She looked at me with gentle eyes. "I wanted that too." Hope flickered inside me. Then she added quietly, "Years ago." The hope faded. --- As we continued walking, music drifted through the open windows of a nearby restaurant. My footsteps slowed. It couldn't be. The same song. Our song. Playing again. Almost instinctively, I looked at Amelia. She had stopped walking too. She recognized it immediately. A sad smile touched her lips. "You remembered."

Samael grinned. “Oh my god,” I said, recognizing the song. The Dance of Death was apparently none other than Frank Sinatra. Puck yelped in drunken glee, swinging the giggling nymph around in a jive-y dance. “I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem Some people get their kicks stomping on a dream But I don't let it- don't let it get me down 'Cause this funny old world, it keeps spinning around” “Dance you fools!” Samael howled. Suddenly, the urge to move flooded me. Baxter's eyes glazed over and he grabbed my hands like an automaton.

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I staggered to them, and grabbed the mic. “Move over, let the slut have a turn,” I bumped someone away. “Now, what to sing.” I thought for a moment, and I thought of the bastard who raped me and I thought of what Zack said. Suddenly, the song came to me. “Put on ‘Look What You Made Me Do’ by T Swift!” I shouted into the mic. Someone obliged me, and the words started to flash on the screen: “I don’t like your little games I don’t like your tilted stage

"You need to change the gender. And then, here. You will start here." My frown deepen. Why does this lyrics have to suck me up? I clear my throat and start hitting the tiles. "Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance~"

Piers snarled. There was no sound coming from the other side for a long beat. It was long enough that it piqued Piers’ curiosity. What could that guy be up to? Why the silence? His question was soon answered when that unmistakable song came through his phone… “Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you down! Never gonna turn around and desert you! Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye! Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you—”

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